The Great Library of Palanthas

An Aesthetic shows you to a small reading room.

Stories of Ansalon from the view of Glaevanis.

A little gully dwarf runs by and says 'Wordwrap Off 65 80.'
The gully continues 'Eyes hurt? Turn Color OFF!! (regular story dates)

Astinus says 'Enter the main library here to view only the author list.'
Astinus gently places a pamphlet on the table in front of you.
You note the spine bears the word 'Glaevanis' scribed in dark black ink.



Author:  Glaevanis
Date    Sun Jul 14 13:13:39 2002


Subject  An apprentice.


A young Silvanesti approaches the circle of Masters.

"Most honorable Masters," he begins "I wish to relate the tale of...

myself." He giggles internally as the mages take in his countenance with a
myriad of looks. Some quite bored, some thoughtful, most seem just anxious to
be out of the uncomfortable chairs and on with their day.

Where to start.. he thinks.

"I was born the third son of Bromenthalis, Master of house Aesit, of
Silvanost." he almost yawned as the statement bored him surely as much as it
did the venerable mages.

"My life as of yet has lacked direction Masters," he recites, for his
father had drummed the words into his head repeatedly, repeating them back was
no chore of memory. "I have found a calling in the ways of the arts, so my
father tells me."

He stops for a brief moment to quench his thirst upon a tome resting on the
table.

"My apologies Masters," he stammeres, quickly averting his gaze then
glancing from eye to eye as an any accomplished speaker will "My journey was
long, and full of many unexpected surprises."

"Ah yes, my calling" he continues, "The fire in my blood good Magi, is
the same fire within all of our blood here. It is the calling of the
knowledge, my only want is to further my learning..." he pauses momentarily
as the binding of the tome catches his eye once again.

"I only hope that I can live up to the leggacy my father spreads before me
Magi," he halts... "I hope that I can live up to the leggacy that I myself
set in motion."

He pauses, noting the expressions upon the faces of the Magi at the table. A
black robe at the end of the table is twiddling his thumbs with impatience.

"Honorable Masters" he continues, "My fate is upon your hands." With
this said, he bows deeply and backs up to await the decisions.

Glaevanis Aesit, apprentice hopeful.

The Storytellers of Ansalon, The DragonLance MUD

Astinus points to the massive wall of books behind him and bids you to make a selection.


Authors: All|A|B|C|D|E|F|G|H|I|J|K|L|M|N|O|P|Q|R|S|T|U|V|W|X|Y|Z

Astinus sighs as he recants 'We saved 803 books from Ansalon from before the great Cataclysm through today.'
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